I really think that the banquet was the best part of my Mother's Day, and it was on Friday!
Not that yesterday was terrible, just... not anything special. I didn't feel particularly loved or honored or any of that jazz that the TV shows and florist commercials and greeting card companies lead you to believe will happen on Mother's Day.
We started off with some gifts for me (new movies!) and some super-cute pictures before church:
Aren't we adorable? I'm glad we got this while I could still muster a smile!
Church was fine, then things started to go south during grocery shopping. Normally we let the girls get a free cookie at the bakery at the end if they've been good. One aisle away, and Natalie punched Katie in the face for no apparent reason. No cookie for her, which led to her getting angry, but too bad. Rules are rules.
We got back on track at home and had a good lunch. Right before nap, I hear Natalie's cry, "I poopded!" Sure enough, her britches are full. I hauled her into the bathroom, plopped her on the toilet in case she had any more, and tried to get her clothes rinsed out. Unfortunately, although I told her to sit still and wait, Natalie decided to take it upon herself to wipe up, proceeding to make a huge mess all over. Huge. I dropped what I was doing and cleaned her (and the toilet) all the way up, then went back to rinsing the clothes. In that time, the girls destroyed a bunch of cleaning/organizing work I'd done in their rooms the day before. I spent about an hour on it. They wrecked it in 2-3 minutes.
The girls took good naps, and I enjoyed some sweet, blessed silence while ironing my clothes. Once everyone was awake, I felt ready to go out and do something with my loving family. Only no one liked my idea. I wanted to go for a walk on a new trail just north of our house. The girls could walk or bike -- their choice. Nope. Everyone complained and whined and got upset with me that it was such a terrible idea, why would we want to do that, isn't Gavin (our neighbor) coming with us... blah blah blah... I was so angry. I ran on the trail many times during the half marathon training, so I know it's family-friendly and easy for little kids to navigate. Heck, it's paved! But I got outvoted, and we went to the park.
Good to know that my opinion counts on Mother's Day!
We didn't stay too long, and went back to the house to rest a bit before going out to supper. Rest? Ha. Chaos ensued as the girls fought over markers, colored on stuff they shouldn't have been coloring on, and tried to sneak out the scissors when I told them No Cutting. But no one listens to me. Why would they? It's only my special day.
Finally, dinner! What I'd looked forward to! We were going to IHOP because I'd never been, and because the girls like to eat pancakes for dinner. But really, who doesn't? Our food was delicious, but our service was terrible. In addition, I still had to work just as hard as I do at home, shuttling people to the bathroom, cleaning up spilled milk, refereeing arguments, sharing my food with tiny little vultures...
Ah, what fun. So glad Colin could capture this one for me.
Colin did decide to give the girls a bath, you know, so I could relax. Ha. All I did was put away laundry and listen to the girls scream at him for not doing bath "right" when I was just in the other room and could be doing it for them the way they like it. Relaxing, indeed.
Finally, they went to bed. I called and complained to my mom. She laughed and reminded me that some days are like that, even on Mother's Day. Indeed. I vented it all in an email to my best girlfriends and finally felt relaxed enough to go to bed.
Really, I'm not bitter. 24 hours later and it's almost funny.
So if you had a good Mother's Day, I'm happy for you, I really am. And if you didn't, well, I can certainly sympathize! But don't worry, I think you're terrific even if your family didn't make you feel that way yesterday!!!